Originally Posted by bhutocracy

On one side we had an 89 year old war veteran who we'd occasionally go over to visit and have him drink me under the table on good scotch. Really sweet guy to us although he had a bit of a mean streak in him to other people apparantly.. but then again other people are douches so I don't blame him. I'd chat with him and help weed his garden whenever I saw him, which given my hours I can't say was overly often, but still. We bought him a nice present for his 89th.
We knew he had cancer but he'd had it for over ten years.. we knew he was getting treatment up the coast but left a note in his door to contact us as we were starting to get a little worried we hadn't seen him in a while. One day i see his only relative and find out he's on death's door in hospital so I race over.. i'm about 20 feet from his room when I decide to buy some flowers at the supermarket 5 min away.. I was gone maybe 15 min.. when I came back with the flowers there was a nurse outside his door and she shook her head at me. I asked stupidly if he was asleep. I broke down. How fucking stupid not to have known. But we weren't family and he hardly had any either so there was no one to really contact us. Can't believe I missed him. He was going to leave his cat to us in his will and some money to take care of her, but his relative put it down, presumeably to take the money.

Now the people that live there after his house was sold are complete trash and whose incessently barking dogs make our lives a sleepless living hell.

One night I hear a scream for help.. I run outside with my baseball bat and see a girl on the corner.. I run over to her and she says her boyfriend has been beating her. I ask where he is and she says "behind you" I freak out and turn around ready to swing but he's actually about 30-40 feet away.. He sees the bat and says a few drunken things and we walk her to my parents house. We find out the domestic I've just hero'd in on was from our next door neighbours on the other side - the block of six apartments.
They are the only people I know in them and very occasionally have loud parties till all hours on innappropriate days.

I can't believe I went from having a really good neighbour you could have a drink with, sit around listening to war stories and who was always trying to help you out with a bit of second hand building material or something to fix your house to cunts on both sides I wouldn't use for bulletproof vest testing. Third neighbours that are a little futher away are nice though. The one on the opposite corner to the dogs apprantly has a gun and wants to shoot them so she's roughly my favorite person in the world.